The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

The skinny old man's series of actions were done in one go, and the time taken was so short that it was less than a breath. It seemed that everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Matthew was standing not far away. His eyes widened instantly, his pupils shrank sharply, and his face was full of shock and anxiety.

His body instinctively rushed forward, trying to stop this sudden change, but his speed was too slow compared to the old man.

He had just taken a step when the skinny old man's slap had already landed firmly on Na Luo's body.

However, Matthew was a man who had experienced many storms after all. He quickly calmed down and began to carefully observe the old man's every move.

From the old man's expression and the strength of his move, Matthew keenly noticed that the old man did not seem to want to take Na Luo's life.

If the old man really had the intention to kill, with the terrifying speed and strength he had just shown, even if he twisted Na Luo's head off as easily as twisting off a fragile branch, Matthew would definitely have no way to stop it.

Looking at Na Luo again, its buttocks instantly became red and swollen after being hit hard. The originally tender pig buttocks now became red and shiny like a cooked prawn.

Na Luo's mouth burst into a series of shrill screams, which seemed to break through the sky and make the surrounding air tremble.

Then, a magical thing happened. The skinny old man did not move his body, and even his fingers did not move again. Na Luo, who was caught in his hand, seemed to be pushed by an invisible powerful force and flew directly towards Matthew.

Seeing this, Matthew immediately locked his eyes on the flying Na Luo, and his feet stood firmly on the ground, like a towering tree rooted in the earth.

He took a deep breath, raised his arms high, his muscles tensed, and his five fingers spread out like iron hooks.

At the moment when Na Luo flew in front of him, Matthew raised his hand accurately and grabbed it, holding the flying Na Luo steadily in his arms.

As soon as Na Luo fell into Matthew's arms, he burst into tears like a child who had been greatly wronged.

His tears burst out like a flood, and he cried so heartbrokenly, as if he wanted to vent all the fear, pain and grievance in his heart through this cry.

His body kept trembling in Matthew's arms, and his hooves tightly grasped Matthew's clothes, which made people feel pity.

Matthew gently patted Na Luo's back to comfort him.

At this moment when the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed to be real, Matthew's eyes were tightly wrapped around the skinny old man like a real thing. That look was no longer the initial vigilance, but became extremely solemn and deep, like a deep cold pool.

This mysterious skinny old man, with a hunched and thin body, seemed to be blown down by a breeze.

He sat there quietly, and Matthew carefully sensed it, but he could not detect even the slightest spiritual fluctuation in him. This discovery made Matthew's heart tremble.

In this world of immortal cultivators, the fluctuation of spiritual energy is often an important yardstick to measure a person's strength, but the old man in front of him is like a bottomless pool of still water, with endless unknowns hidden under the calm.

Judging from the lightning-fast action of him capturing Na Luo and punishing him just now, that speed and strength are definitely not something that ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators can achieve.

This made Matthew realize that he might have encountered a hidden master today. His existence was like a towering mountain, weighing heavily on Matthew's heart.

Matthew suppressed his uneasiness and gently patted Na Luo, who was still sobbing in his arms, trying to dispel the fear in his heart, but his eyes never moved away from the old man.

At this moment, the skinny old man who had been sitting on the stone like a statue finally made a new move.

His joints made a slight "click" sound, as if the long-dormant mechanism was slowly activated, and he began to stand up slowly.

The movement was slow but carried an irresistible majesty, as if every inch of movement was prying the surrounding air.

However, from beginning to end, the old man never cast even a glance at Matthew. In his eyes, Matthew seemed to be non-existent. This feeling of being completely ignored made Matthew feel an inexplicable chill in his heart.

Then, the old man raised his footsteps, and his steps were slow and firm. Every step he took seemed to step on Matthew's heartstrings, making a dull echo.

He walked step by step towards the direction of the Ice Spider King's corpse. As he slowly raised his legs, the worn trouser legs swayed slightly, revealing his bony ankles, and then he staggered down.

At this moment, an amazing scene suddenly happened.

The figure of the old man seemed to be swallowed by the darkness in an instant, and the whole person disappeared without a trace like a ghost, leaving no trace, as if he had never appeared there.

This speed was beyond Matthew's imagination, even faster than the teleportation of a Yuanying cultivator, so fast that Matthew couldn't catch his trajectory.

In just a blink of an eye, the skinny old man appeared quietly beside the body of the Ice Spider King like a ghost.

The body of the Ice Spider King was huge and hideous, emitting bursts of coldness, forming a sharp and strange contrast with the thin body of the skinny old man.

Faced with such a strange and unpredictable situation, Matthew was well prepared this time.

Almost at the same moment when the skinny old man took action, his heart was alarmed. Without any hesitation, Matthew quickly mobilized the spiritual power in his body and urgently called back the Li Po Han Yan, which he usually regarded as a treasure and never showed to others.

Matthew knew that the unfathomable skinny old man's every move was full of variables, and no one could predict what he would do to the Li Po Han Yan.

And once an unexpected situation really occurred, with the old man's unpredictable speed and strength, it would be difficult for him to have enough reaction time to deal with it, so he must take precautions in advance to ensure that there is no risk.

Fortunately, the skinny old man had no interest in the leaving Li Po Han Yan and let it fly to Matthew's side.

Matthew breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes were still fixed on the direction of the old man.

The skinny old man was standing next to the body of the Ice Spider King, and a strong wind suddenly blew around his body without any warning.

This strong wind was like a cold wind blowing from the Nine Nether Hell, sweeping over quickly with biting cold and sharp whistling sounds.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a huge tornado. The tornado was like a roaring dragon, wrapping the body of the Ice Spider King and the skinny old man in it with its fangs and claws.

Although the skinny old man's body was so thin that it seemed like it could be blown down by a gust of wind, he was like a rock standing for thousands of years in this seemingly powerful tornado, motionless.

His figure was looming in the wind, as if it had merged with the violent natural force, exuding a chilling breath.

Matthew widened his eyes and stared at the movement in the tornado. His palms were already soaked with sweat, and his heart was beating violently in his chest. He didn't know what the mysterious old man would do next.